“Patience, Amarian,” Naldar said. He motioned to his two bodyguards and they rushed off. “We shall hunt him down. See to it that Queen Melquarra is unhurt.”
“I am quite fine,” said the Unsidhe the assassin had been so desperate to get at. “Though I might not have been, if only for the interference of this one. Tell me, what is your name?”
“I am Amarian, squire of Naldar,” he replied.
The Unsidhe smiled. Amarian shivered. “You have my gratitude, squire,” she said. She walked away with grace and poise, but stopped by Naldar for a moment. “I’ll leave in the morning. Undermount calls me back.”
Naldar nodded. “Of course. Forgive this lapse of protection. I will see to it that your companions receive a proper burial.”
Queen Melquarra waved her hand. “Do not bother. They were probably conspiring to kill me themselves anyway. If not that, then at least usurp my heirs. Simply bury them, get them out of sight. I would hate for you to be burdened with them.”
“As you wish, Queen,” Naldar said. The Unsidhe walked away, followed after by the remnants of her entourage. The centaur lord turned back to Amarian. “Queen Melquarra is one of our strongest allies. You’ve done me a great deal today, ensuring her survival.”
Amarian was silent. He simply sheathed his sword and looked at Naldar. The warlord furrowed his eyebrows.
“I have seen colts look happier at spitting a rabbit on a spear at a canter,” he said. “Speak your mind, Amarian.”
The squire sighed. “You spoke to me, a day or so ago. You gave me an offer, or implied that one existed.”
The warlord simply walked forward, arms crossed over his bare, tattooed chest, listening to Amarian.
“You told me that I could return to Hollith with what I learned, and improve it with that knowledge. I’ve believed that. But, lately, I’ve begun to see that isn’t going to be true. Hollith isn’t for all of this, all the swordsmanship and combat skill. It is a land of traders and diplomats, not warriors and soldiers.
“You have been good to me, better than Gildabareth was, though he was a good man in his own right. Though your ways are harder than his, they have taught me more in two years than his did in five. I may have stopped that assassin, but you trained me to. To do anything other than accept your offer, it would be disrespectful. And, in my heart, I don’t think I could live with that choice anyway.”
Naldar walked forward and put his hand on Amarian’s shoulder. “You would call me your sire?”
Amarian put his hand on Naldar’s. “You have given me the opportunity.”
The centaur warlord smiled for just a moment. “Not yet. Something must be done first.”
Amarian nodded. “I knew this.”
Naldar shook him. “Fear not. This shall not be some small affair. I will summon The Alchemist. He will make you fit to be my son.”
Amarian was silent for a moment. At last, he nodded his head. “If you will it.”
“I do,” Naldar said. He put his arm around Amarian’s shoulder and lead him away.
